First, to all who have suggested additional categories: thanks, they’ve been dutifully logged for consideration during the committee meeting at the Double Down in Vegas.
And yes, we’re intending low quality video of the event to be posted somewhere. Perhaps on Rocco’s blog.
—art: Admirable that you want to defend Rocco by saying his embarrassment happened years ago, but Rocco’s hawking cat food was not only embarrassing it was recent.
—lipsmakin: the whole tragedy of Rocco is that he COULD cook, was one of the most astonishing talents I’d encountered when i profiled him for gourmet. but even then it was clear he wanted recognition more than he wanted to cook. the reason why Tony is not a tragedy is that he can’t cook his way out of a paper bag, never could, so we’re lucky he’s finally doing something useful with his life. tony’s story is a triumph–like winning three golds at the chefs’ special olympics.
—French Laundry at Home: I too have been amazed by all the blubbering on reality cooking shows. it’s so embarrassing. hope they don’t catch John Besh, who fought in desert storm, crying over Andrew Knowlton‘s harsh judgment of his jambalaya. next iron chef america airs a week from tomorrow–i’ve seen a cut of ep 1 and it’s decent, thank god. (ed levine did a good interview with Alton Brown, host and chef gadfly on the show.)
—NR: I would just copy verbatim the keller bio chapter from soul of a chef and turn it in. i won’t tell. hell, you can probably just use the "search inside" function and hit your print key–you have my permission.
—acidspit and a grammar nazi are taking me to task. yes, i suppose "inaugural" is "correct," but the cheesiness of "first annual" is appropriate to the post. and, grammar nazi, of all places, blogs should not be criticized for inconsistent use of the serial comma–copy editors are the bane of my existence (and frequent saviors) in my real life. i get to do what i feel like here.
—and finally, this recent comment on the No Rez post, from Liz, clearly a soul who embraces life with vigor:
"Just got back to Chicago after my first ever trip to Cleveland – loved it so much that we decided we’d go back to "the Cleve" regularly, if only to eat at Crop again. Seriously, the best lamb tenderloin I’ve ever eaten – and if all waiters are as hot as the one we had on Tuesday night, I’ll freaking move."
Bless you, Liz, and may you live a thousand years!